Jack's POV

Breaktime. Best. Time. Ever. The playground was always really messy. I dropped my bag at the edge of the playground and went to look for something to do.

I found this small kid with a black eye. I was about to beat him up, but he started making excuses.

"Please don't hurt me! Someone already gave me a black eye just now."

Alright.

"Who did it then?" I asked. "I can beat them up instead."

He squinted at me.

"You're Jack. Where's Andrew?"

"Detention. Are you going to answer my question?"

"Yes yes yes." He muttered hastily. "I dunno their names, but they're over there."

He pointed toward the cafeteria.

"Good luck," he smiled.

I marched over to the cafeteria. My phone beeped in my shorts pocket, but I ignored it. It beeped again, and I whipped it out.

Marriot created 'school of chaos'.

Marriot added you.

Marriot @ 'school of chaos': Michelle wanted to create a chat with the whole of year 7 in it. Don't blame me!

I stuffed my phone back in my pocket with a sigh. Just then a large guy stepped out of the crowd and stalked towards me.

I gulped. "Did you give someone a black eye?"

"Duh," he said grinning. "I'm black-eye Bob."

"Yes, right," I cleared my throat. "Silly me."

He narrowed his eyes in suspicion and before he could say anything I punched him.

"That was a message from one dude you punched today!" I shouted as I turned and ran.